The feeling of an active brain makes one's thinking sharp, but it also makes Zhang Tianyuan feel a sense of unfamiliarity and distance between himself and his body.
It's as if the body can't adapt to the sudden surge in the nervous system, or as if something is already brewing inside the body, ready to erupt.
With questions in mind, Zhang Tianyuan stepped out of the cockpit and went to Mako Mori's side to review his experimental records.
Old Pan and the others surrounded him, even more cautiously than before.
Although Zhang Tianyuan held a high position in the past, he was still a human being just like them, and he had a rather easygoing personality. It wasn't until this test of neural computing power that they were truly awakened.
Something seems off...
How is it possible for someone's neural computing power to be nearly a thousand times greater than that of an average person?
If Zhang Tianyuan didn't look like a real person from every angle, Old Pan and the others would probably have thought he was an alien.
However, even if he wasn't stripped of his "human status," Old Pan and the others could no longer treat him as an ordinary human being in terms of species.
Everyone present spontaneously began to think about "evolution."
Only through physical enhancement or evolution of life can one possess such far greater neural computing power than ordinary people.
Taylor looked at Zhang Tianyuan, and his suspicions about what he had just guessed became even stronger.
Old Pan reported to Zhang Tianyuan:
"I just called Dr. Lightcap, the founder of Drift System, and she told me that there has never been a similar case before."
"No one else has experienced such a surge in neural computing power after connecting to the Drift System as you have. Therefore, Dr. Lightcap recommends that you undergo a comprehensive brain neuroscopy examination..."
Zhang Tianyuan raised his hand, signaling him not to continue.
"I have my own plans for this, and I will undergo the examination at the appropriate time."
Two and a half months ago, he returned to the game world, where he obtained enough Glazed Wood to begin construction of his first level four hospital.
Later, Special Building Administration was also established to supervise and manage the use of the system's buildings.
There are still two weeks until the hospital is completed, so it's not too late to do the check-up then.
He could tell that this change in himself was definitely related to that Advanced Physical Enhancement.
Since it's an enhancement, there shouldn't be any major problems.
Zhang Tianyuan shook his head and changed the subject. "How did the test go? The Pangu should be running quite normally?"
Upon hearing this, Mako Mori's eyes lit up. She lightly tucked a few strands of her short, highlighted hair behind her ear and said excitedly in Japanese, " The Pangu is operating perfectly. Although the Drift System is outdated, the other designs are performing exceptionally well."
"The calculations that were originally expected to require multiple iterations were completed all at once, and the neural computing power calculated during the overall system startup was more accurate than the previous solution..."
At this point, Mako Mori stood up from her computer and bowed deeply to Zhang Tianyuan behind her, saying, "Thank you very much for the chairman's help with our work."
Zhang Tianyuan nodded. "Then let's continue modifying the Pangu's Drift System. Also, the design work for the small mechs needs to catch up as soon as possible."
He stroked his chin thoughtfully, then continued, "The enhancement work on the Pangu should also proceed simultaneously. The current Pangu is not strong enough. In a while, I will take you to other dimensions; there are some new materials there."
He was thinking of the special materials in the game world.
Materials like Glazed Wood are lightweight, hard, and have sufficient toughness. Even modern machinery has to work very hard to harvest them, and still not much has been harvested.
What would happen if this material were used in mecha construction?
This possibility made Zhang Tianyuan feel that there was great potential.
Mako Mori and Old Pan were somewhat stunned.
"We already have design ideas for the small mechs, but..."
" Pangu, should we continue to strengthen it?"
"I think this mech is powerful enough."
In the eyes of this father and daughter, the Pangu is absolutely the strongest mech in history. Even if all the monsters that have appeared so far attacked at once, the Pangu's tonnage and weapons would be able to easily defeat them.
Putting everything else aside, just the fact that you can spin that giant axe in your hand, jump around, close your eyes, and keep spinning it is enough to kill most monsters.
But judging from the guild leader's words, is this Pangu still not strong enough?
Zhang Tianyuan nodded. "Not strong enough. I told you before that the monsters these mechs will face might be beyond your imagination."
Ke Jinjun encountered
The giant octopus that could sink a warship with a single blow is something the Pangu would most likely lose if sent to fight it.
Taylor, listening nearby, started having ideas again.
His conversation with Ning Jihua had yielded no results, and he still didn't want to cooperate with this old fox who had tricked him before.
So he moved closer to Zhang Tianyuan and whispered:
"Mr. Chairman, I think I can offer some assistance. We actually have a powerful mecha design team in our country, and they are currently in the process of being awakened."
We also have a recently abandoned base in Anchorage, and a Jaeger Academy in the Gulf of Alaska...
"These can all be provided to the Mutual Aid Society free of charge, and this resolution will not change after PPDC moves to the Mutual Aid Society."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Tianyuan couldn't help but look at Taylor.
Ning Jihua quickly coughed and retorted sharply, "That base is full of old relics that serve third-generation mechs, and since the Gipsy Danger, the Anchorage Base hasn't had any mechs deployed. The equipment has long been abandoned."
" The Jaeger Academy has only trained a few batches of students, and its latest synesthetic training equipment is only in its third generation..."
"In contrast, our Moyulan Base has all its equipment transferred from the Hong Kong Base, ranging from old to new, and the newly built base is perfectly compatible with the new giant mech, the Pangu."
Zhang Tianyuan then looked at Ning Jihua.
Hearing his old rival's words, Taylor immediately replied, "Our base can be modified, and equipment can be purchased; it's much more convenient than building a new base."
"Our base location is more suitable..."
"Stop! Stop! Stop!"
Seeing that Ning Jihua was about to speak again, and Taylor was about to speak as well, Zhang Tianyuan quickly stopped them.
The two stopped talking at the same time, but the tension between them wasn't very high yet.
They all hope that the Mutual Aid Society's future headquarters will be located in their own country.
Taylor is trying to salvage his career.
If he can lure the Mutual Aid Society's base to Anchorage, then his previous efforts to revive the mecha industry will have been a well-planned move.
Ning Jihua, on the other hand, was thinking that once the Mutual Aid Society machine was established in his country, there would be a backup plan in case the monsters came again, and he could provide support as quickly as possible.
At the same time, if the mutual Mutual Aid Society comes and goes in a hurry and suddenly disappears one day, then the mecha base in China can naturally return to their hands.
This is also a way to ensure that assets do not flow out of the country.
Furthermore, Taylor has now revitalized the mecha industry chain. If the base can be located within the country, it would also be possible to attract all of Taylor's mecha talent over there.
The fields related to mecha include energy, neuroscience, and many other cutting-edge areas; even poaching just one person from them would be profitable...
Zhang Tianyuan could roughly guess what these two people were thinking.
Politics is all about competing for interests.
He had encountered similar situations before when coordinating other timelines.
Every time and place has its own interests and demands; he's chaired so many meetings that he's gotten used to it now.
It's just that the competition in the Pacific Rim Spacetime is a tiny bit more intense than in other timelines.
Zhang Tianyuan thought for a moment, then looked at Ning Jihua first.
"The future new base will be located here, and this will be the only base; all organizations will have their offices here."
This is just a logistics and maintenance base for the mechs, so one is enough. Placing one here and one there will only affect work efficiency.
There are only a few mechs, so it's definitely more convenient to repair them together.
Upon hearing this, Ning Jihua calmly nodded, as if he had already guessed that Zhang Tianyuan would make this choice.
Taylor's face darkened, and he sensed something was wrong.
Fortunately, Zhang Tianyuan's gaze immediately turned to him.
Zhang Tianyuan didn't have a particularly deep impression of this middle-aged white man; he only remembered his name, identity, and appearance.
He knew even Otis, who fled to Antarctica in the Legend Spacetime, better than Taylor.
So he wasn't particularly interested in Taylor before, after all, the guy didn't seem very bright.
I can't be bothered to respond to requests for help or hints.
But thinking about it more carefully now, Taylor is actually quite good.
If he were smart enough to fight Ning Jihua to a standstill, it would only intensify the struggle in this timeline, hindering the Mutual Aid Society's work and further harming the unity of this timeline.
So now the outcome is already decided.
It's pretty good.
Thinking of this, Zhang Tianyuan said to Taylor, "As for your branch, you can also join in the construction and maintenance of the Moyulan Base. The Mutual Aid Society headquarters welcomes you as well. You just need to discuss it with President Ning."
As he spoke, he extended his hand.
Taylor's eyes lit up with surprise, and he immediately reached out to shake hands tightly with Zhang Tianyuan.
"Thank you for your help. The workers and scientists who are waiting at home for work and food will thank you."
I can even imagine them being so excited after hearing this good news that they thanked you before dinner...
Before Taylor could finish speaking, Zhang Tianyuan jolted awake, saying with a slight headache, "Please tell them absolutely not to do that."
He didn't want the Pacific Rim Spacetime to also take the shape of the Finch Spacetime.
And if he remembers correctly, this timeline actually does have some fertile ground for education.
Because in this time and space there are many people who worship monsters, believing that monsters are angels from the sea, sent to liberate humanity, wash away human sins, and are the true saviors...
If this were to encounter Jack from the Finch Spacetime, it would be like the wind meeting the sand, or at least the sand colliding with the wind.
well!
Zhang Tianyuan turned his head and remembered something else.
"How are the wounded soldiers sent from No. 5 Spacetime doing?"
Most of the slaves rescued from Finch Spacetime's North America timeline, especially those with injuries, were handed over to Taylor.
Even Finch, the "protagonist" of that timeline, was sent over for treatment.
When this was mentioned, Taylor thought of Jeff.
That damn robot, that metal lump that fooled him into becoming a big star...
One reason he's now in such a predicament might well be the kick that robot gave him.
Despite his deep resentment towards Jeff, Taylor nodded and said, "We've arranged for them to be in the best hospitals. They've been receiving the best treatment and will recover quickly."
Zhang Tianyuan gave him a strange look and couldn't help but remind him, "Those people are just enslaved survivors rescued by the Mutual Aid Society; they have no direct connection to the Mutual Aid Society."
He worried that this not-so-bright guy, who liked to think he was clever, would treat those people as important members of the Mutual Aid Society and think he had won their Mutual Aid Society.
This kind of thing should be prevented from even having a chance of happening.
Taylor understood Zhang Tianyuan's reminder and immediately shook his head with a smile, saying, "We're only providing them with treatment out of humanitarian concern."
Zhang Tianyuan was still looking at Taylor, his eyes narrowing. "Those people are not allowed to conduct any human experiments, not even on corpses."
Taylor's eyebrows twitched helplessly; he sensed immense malice emanating from the chairman...
At the same time.
It was the early hours of the morning in San Francisco.
The University of California, San Francisco Medical Center is one of the best hospitals in North America.
In a hospital ward.
Finch, connected to a ventilator, lay quietly in his hospital bed wearing a hospital gown.
He was the only patient in the room.
"Drip, drip, drip..."
The monitoring equipment hummed beside the bed, adding a touch of life to the otherwise silent ward.
call!
call!
Suddenly, Finch's body twitched, his eyes snapped open, and he gasped for breath.
What?
The lights in the hospital room were too harsh for someone who hadn't opened their eyes for a month.
Finch raised his stiff, aching right hand to shield himself, then squinted. It took him a long time to gradually see his surroundings clearly, and his mind finally came back to normal and began to process the information.
"Is this heaven? No, I'm in a hospital room?" Finch's voice was old and weak, with a hint of unfamiliarity.
He turned to look at the monitoring device beside him, which was beeping softly, and suddenly felt a sense of returning to civilized society, as if it were before the apocalypse...
No, he simply returned to civilized society.
Finch shook his head, feeling that apart from weakness, he had no other problems.
He slowly moved his body, sat up against the headboard, and after feeling that his breathing was smooth, he also pulled out the breathing tube.
With a feeling of surprise and delight, Finch shakily turned over and got out of bed, only to see that the bedside table was filled with colorful fresh flowers, exuding a unique fragrance.
The flowers' unique delicacy instantly captivated him. He buried his head in them, breathing in the fragrant air, before slowly standing up, a question inevitably arising in his mind:
Am I in San Francisco now? Has civilization been rebuilt here?